The lazy manage to keep up with the earth's rotation just as well as the industrious.

Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.

As soon as I hear of a right, I want it.

Happiness is often hard-hearted.

Flattery has to overcome my mistrust, and it does.

Intelligence complicates. Wisdom simplifies.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.